You’ve got to love the irony. BoyWonder had a friend coming over from the US, on the 4th of July… so we just had to take him and his friend to Hawksmoor for a traditional English brunch. We’ve been a couple of times before, yet I’ve never made it past the brunch items. This time I was determined to hit the Sunday Roast. But before I get to that, I had to try the remaining Bloody Mary on the menu (there are three, but I’ve also been lucky enough to try the award winning special produced for the Ketel One promotion). The Bloody Mary No. 16 is made with beef broth instead of tomato juice, and is served warm – I would have preferred it a bit more spicy, as I like my Bloody Mary’s with a real kick, but it was really lovely.
Now, I’m not sure how he snuck it past me, but BoyWonder ordered a Zombie. Last time he had one of these, he went missing on the train home, and lost a couple of hours. But he did only have the one drink this time, which made a difference. These things are lethal; with three rums, Falernum aand Absinthe (as well as grapefruit & lime juices, Bitters, Grenadine and spiced syrup), it’s not surprisingly that only one is allowed per person. A work friend of BoyWonder’s had his first Zombie, and lost his post-lunch afternoon!
The brunch selections for the rest of the table, were a huge success yet again – the HkMuffin and the Hawksmoor Breakfast didn’t disappoint (you can read my previous blog on these here). Oh, and I reverted to my favourite Bottomless Bloody Mary (No. 7) which is based on a 1921 recipe made with gin rather than vodka with fresh horseradish and a dash of Meantime Stout to the classic tomato juice, Worcestershire Sauce and Tabasco (extra for me please!).
“Traditionally, large joints of meat were roasted on a spit over an open fire. To achieve a similar flavour we start ours on real charcoal and finish them in the oven”… then they add potatoes roasted in dripping, a Yorkshire Pudding, carrots, spinach, whole roasted shallots, and lashings of bone marrow and onion gravy. Now my Mum makes the best roast. Well, so I thought. Sorry Mum! This was absolutely kick-ass amazing. The beef was so flavoursome – the quality is obvious – but it was also cooked perfectly, I couldn’t have asked for any better. The potatoes were fluffy on the inside, but nicely crisp and crunchy on the outside, and the Yorkshire Pudding was perfect with enough crunch at the top, but enough density and chewiness on the bottom… and the gravy is brilliant!
I desperately wanted to try the salt-caramel icecream… I really wanted to have it with the chocolate brownie, but I just didn’t have the room for it. But then there was the cornflake icecream too (this is to die for, and is something that must be experienced – I successfully convinced a couple of others at our table to try it and they weren’t sorry they did). In the end I decided on a scoop of each of the ice-creams. BoyWonder had the cheese plate and from the slithers he allowed me, the quality of the rest of our meal was maintained.
So I’ll just have to go back again to try the desserts. I think I’ll have to go and just try the desserts! And perhaps the champagne cocktails that are the remaining “breakfast cocktails” I’ve yet to try. Oh the tortures I endure to bring a thorough review!